As self-restraining as I am, I deliberately withhold the Niagara Falls of social confrontation as the angular silence intended for atonement, while bleeding alive in human organs and dying! With stubborn impatience and a crooked mood, I am always on the cusp of deciphering my own mood, and obediently waiting for patience to liberate me once more!

"My ribs are crumbling, worn over wormwood, and overwhelmed with worried hearts, and trembling - through my skin as useful, careless knots of thorns - to at least keep my conscience clean, healthy, and undisturbed! - My dazzling happiness is better, fuller, and I have forgotten the greater half of my steaming eyes, and my cherished inwardness, my overly insubstantial secrets I have no way to reveal!

- I will always be tricky and self-pitying on a self-pitying digestive digger, like a full-bodied barefoot old woman, - hardly any tangible evidence! Like the inexhaustible vulnerability, the breakable vulnerability is creeping in and I am cluttering myself - erroneous, stumbling blocks of my journey - meek-master bricklayer - and if my soul-producing concrete is a gravel-nectar I run out of space. s must be plenty! Little boy hurt, eternally teary-eyed ***

- Tell me when you want to grow up? You have to end your limitless self - you know it - you should realize it!
Because in your own need of completeness you can only go on - if you choose a heart mate who can endure for you.